Being a Pogue was equally as awesome as it was bad. The life was fun, and freeing, but at the same time it came with a lot of labor, and a whole lot of jealousy on your end. Of course, you didn’t want to be some stuck up rich kid, but you sure as shit wanted to have some of the things they did. Like the big boats, fancy alcohol, the jewelry, and goddamn the money. Being a Pogue also came with your natural born enemies, for example, Rafe Cameron. A well known, snobby, Kook king, who was an obvious hater for the Pogues.

You’re now stood in your swimwear and a pair of shorts, helping Pope, Bobby, and JJ bring bags of groceries across the golf course and to the summer house for the party tonight for Kooks; Midsummers. Much to your displeasure, Rafe was there with Topper, golfing a few holes away. You walked through the sand, not even bothered to look in that direction as you carried the several plastic bags in your hands and arms.